HotBox
In my head I'm like keep on grinding
All this anxiety
Eating my body
Roll up a Dutch
Don't take my pistol outside So Brodie clutch
Call my woods Oreos double stuffed
I got problems every day So I'm smoking tough
No you can not hit my wood
This a hotbox
Aye
Floating on a cloud I wanna breath it All
Yeah Stuck up in a cloud I can't breath at all
One day Ima make this Mazda
turn to a mazarati
Make some paper Just to invest stocks and Prada
If we talking guala
I count every dolla
If we talking guala
I count every dolla
My ass tripping
Im like how you Fuckin wit me
but don't ever post me
I still show em love
Im out somewhere ghosted
Music know I gotta lotta
Trynna hit the lotto
Drop a milli on some nada
Get my baby mama Make the Dick disappear
Just like vuala
Slurp me up, She be sayin, saying tada
After that I'm eating pasta, These some pretty shells
After that I'm eating pasta, This some Farfalle
Get a bag Don't fumble
Folded Guala
Twenty one out of options
I'm like fuck the drama
Already do a lotta that
Ima slide on yo ass since you down the Way
We can shoot guns if you don't wanna Run the fade uh
It ain't nothing bet
In my head I'm like keep on grinding
All this anxiety
Eating my body
Roll up a Dutch
Don't take my pistol outside So Brodie clutch
Call my woods Oreos
Double stuffed
I got problems every day
So I'm smoking tough
No you can not hit my wood
This a hotbox
Floating on a cloud I wanna Breath it All
Stuck up in a cloud I can't breath at all
All this anxiety
Eating my body
Roll up a Dutch
Don't take my pistol outside So Brodie clutch
Call my woods Oreos double stuffed
I got problems every day So I'm smoking tough
No you can not hit my wood
This a hotbox
Aye
Floating on a cloud I wanna breath it All
Yeah Stuck up in a cloud I can't breath at all
One day Ima make this Mazda
turn to a mazarati
Make some paper Just to invest stocks and Prada
If we talking guala
I count every dolla
If we talking guala
I count every dolla
My ass tripping
Im like how you Fuckin wit me
but don't ever post me
I still show em love
Im out somewhere ghosted
Music know I gotta lotta
Trynna hit the lotto
Drop a milli on some nada
Get my baby mama Make the Dick disappear
Just like vuala
Slurp me up, She be sayin, saying tada
After that I'm eating pasta, These some pretty shells
After that I'm eating pasta, This some Farfalle
Get a bag Don't fumble
Folded Guala
Twenty one out of options
I'm like fuck the drama
Already do a lotta that
Ima slide on yo ass since you down the Way
We can shoot guns if you don't wanna Run the fade uh
It ain't nothing bet
In my head I'm like keep on grinding
All this anxiety
Eating my body
Roll up a Dutch
Don't take my pistol outside So Brodie clutch
Call my woods Oreos
Double stuffed
I got problems every day
So I'm smoking tough
No you can not hit my wood
This a hotbox
Floating on a cloud I wanna Breath it All
Stuck up in a cloud I can't breath at all
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Writer(s): Elijah Boetel
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